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"I loved you, always.”

going to comment a little on this game: the overseeing voice talks as if it owns you, and defies your free will. if you follow its orders, you are praised, and the worldview becomes sharper and more detailed. if you don’t, you are chastised, and the world becomes more vague and difficult to navigate, but also more colourful and loud. it’s odd, and sort of eerie, but definitely interesting. take it as you will.

This game really unsettles me. It unsttles me that my first choice to obey, and when I played again and disobeyed, I got really emotional really fast. Failure hurt me more the more I disobeyed. It was… interesting to experience.

i’ve always said we are trained to obey more than to think.

holy shit. i reblogged this the first time without playing. then i played in and it is terrifying. i very much like this, but it will give you intense feelings. 

What’s the game??

you obey everything the game tells you too, even jumping into barbs and basically killing yourself. if you dont youre chastised and even the scolding is terrifying

So, essentially, it’s a game that illustrates what it’s like to be in an abusive parents or an abusive relationship - and how it affects you emotionally. That is horrific and ingenious - the next time someone negates the affects of emotional abuse, I’ll take them to this game and let them come to their own conclusions.

This game absolutely gets it. The most solid and reliable degradation is a gendered insult. The more you obey and co-operate, the better understanding you seem to have of your word, and things seem easier. But what really gets me is the contradiction. You are not allowed to have the correct answer. Are you a boy or a girl? The answer is no, I will give you the answer. even towards the end, your “praise” is “no, I will give you the answer. You earned this answer, but it is given to you by me.” Disobeying makes the world frightening and confusing and difficult, but beautiful in a world devoid of flavour.

Not just a gendered insult, either. The nameless voice that directs the player’s actions is supposed to be a hateful, abusive monster, and when the game’s designers asked themselves “okay, what’s the most degrading, dehumanising thing this voice could possibly do to the player?”, the answer they came up with was “deliberately misgender them”.

I played this a while back and had such mixed feelings about it.  About the voice.

It felt good to be told I was good.  Really good.  I just … wanted that.  And it became more powerful if I answered that I was a girl in the beginning, because that’s what my meat suit is, and was called “good boy" because … I am genderfluid, I think?  So it was much easier to throw myself into the spikes, even though I was failing, because having that scrap of humanity affirmed, even by being told I was wrong in the beginning, was powerful.

Yes, I came from an emotionally abusive household where approval was withheld.

It’s a neat little game.

This is an amazing game. I kind of lost it where the line ‘Do not fail.’ switches to ‘DO NOT FAIL.’ and I keep missing the jumps and flinching every time that horrible shattering noise signaled that I did indeed fail. I have never been in an abusive relationship, but sometimes people I love have, through no fault of their own, put me in situations where failing was not an option. (Even though I did fail.)


b-sides haha more like why wasnt this on the fucking album 


"I don’t want to talk about Panic! At The Disco"



The year is 2025, Declan’s 11th birthday. His uncle, Pete, goes up to him and hands him his first guitar,

"Here you go, Declan." Pete says, handing him the guitar.

"Wow," Declan exclaims, "Thanks Pete.

A look of terror overcomes Pete’s face. Elisa falls to the ground and sobs. Patrick had an expression on his face that Declan has never ever seen, rage. Patrick is now in shock, nothing will ever be the same for his relationship with his son.


concerned wentz ancient roman style








This FOB mix is orgasmic.



You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive



be nice to people because the world is a shitty place and we all need a little help sometimes



so i was messing around with vocals and pitches, and this happened

download (x)

i am now convinced patrick stump is the human embodiment of god


You know you’re in too deep when you can name a song by your favourite band by hearing the first note


Outfits based off of the members of Fall Out Boy, 2013.

Andy: A sheer shirt because he performs shirtless, shorts, a star wars belt, vegan sneakers and a vegan bag that looks like a gym bag.

Patrick: Bird print dress, jacket like the fall out boy one, peach belt because he is a ginger peach, fedora, maroon scarf, cute boots, gray knee high socks, a watch, the sunglasses he actually owns and some random tote bag that is totally relevant.

Joe: Blue jeans, Joy division shirt, leather jacket, boots that he would totally wear and a clear tote to show off his cigs and stuff.

Pete: The shirt he has, a red flannel, faux leather mini skirt, garter tights, a bulls snapback, sneakers he would totally wear, lavender sunglasses, an american flag mustache bracelet because he keeps wearing that US flag jacket thing and a LSP necklace because he totally would ok.

(i am bored ok)

Anonymous: ok if you are down for it, short back story on how/why the fob boys ended up locked up in coliseum? 


When a person is born, the Gods write out their fate. Some are written in golden ink and others in blood. Before the coliseum, the men were total strangers. Divided by status, their paths had never crossed before. They were four complete strangers who the Gods had decided to unite as one.

Pete, who the Gods blessed with skin that was kissed by the sun, was the first to be locked up. He was a noble of great wealth and power, for his family had advised the Emperors for many years. Yet Pete was not like the rest of his family. He did not believe in the corruption that was happening, his heart was still untouched by greed. So he began to speak against the Roman rule. In the brothels and markets, he’d speak to anyone that would listen. But word eventually reached back to the Emperor. Pete was bound at the wrists and sent away before he could have kissed his mother goodbye. 

Joe, who’s smile was the best in all of Rome, was next. He had held a small position in the government and lived a comfortable life. His job was to sort through minor petitions and creeds, trying to sort out which ones were worthy to send to the Emperor. It wasn’t a noble job, but it provided his family with food, so he was content. Now Joe was an honest man, he lived as if the Gods were always watching him. So any petition that was unjust, he sent away. Despite the amount of brides that were sent his way. Except one day, he had denied the wrong petition. The writer was a man of much more wealth and power than him, so Joe was framed for treason. 

Andy, the sheep in wolves’ clothes, came after Joe. Everyone in Rome feared him. Though he was short, it was rumored that he could knock a man dead with just his stare. Only those who knew him personally knew how big his heart really was. Andy never ate anything that would anger the Gods. He even stopped eating meat, claiming that animals were also children of the Gods. When he visited the markets, he watched as mothers pulled their children closer and stand owners would cast their eyes away. So it was no wonder that he would be blamed for a local murder. Even though there was no evidence against him, all the fingers pointed at him. When half of Rome says that you’re guilty, they have nothing more to do than lock you up. 

Patrick, who’s voice was legendary, was nothing more than a simple merchant. He sold all types of fabrics, nothing too expensive or lavish. Just normal cloths for everyday people. He was even known to give some of his merchandise away to the children who couldn’t afford any. Every night, as he packed up his stand, he’d sing a melody. Always something soft, anyone who heard his voice instantly stopped. As he was folding the remains of his fabrics, a high ranking soldier heard his voice. Immediately infatuated with the sound, he demanded that Patrick sing more. Flustered and embarrassed, the merchant refused, his cheeks blushing a bright red. The soldier asked again, receiving the same answer. Every night for a week, the cycle repeated. The soldier requesting and Patrick denying. Until one evening, Patrick refused one too many times and the soldier arrested him for defying military orders. 

They were four strangers when they entered the coliseum. When they left, they were heroes. We will remember them for centuries.